She will kiss you
But it shall be cold.
You will feel that sparkle but
My God
It won't be right.
She is using you my girl
She is using you for another's attention.
Another's that she has already lost.
See her phone so full of names of strangers,
Like a file in her back pocket.
Do you really want to be one of them?
When you can be the only thing I speak of?
Her bee hive is salivating in sugar and dope.
I'm not jealous,
I'm angered.
As I know what she will do to you.
Your heart already stepped on
And this woman in your house will wear heels from now on
She does not love you
She does love the fact of showing
Your happiness like advertisement
As a way to torture
The boy that doesn't care anymore.
She waves her phone at me and I grimace in the corner,
I don't want to know and or does he.
I tell you now girl,
I don't care if you're not with me
But heavens to God
Be smart about this.
YOU ARE READING
I'm Not A Poet
PoesíaMy poems are about love, loss and just being a young adult in a conflicting world. Some of these poems are also for my other books like: "Her World" and "He Is & He Was" that both contain love poems. Front cover designed by Rahma.
